Even in sleep ...

He writes about how much his work matters; how hard he is still working.

But how much it matters, too, that we understand we are not only our work.

We are something deeper, something richer, and more lasting

than just what we produce.

"Even in sleep our life will shine," writes poet Lynn Ungar.

What if we really believed that?

I think if I really believed that, I would give myself permission to sleep more.

I think I'll start tonight.

Camas Liliesby Lynn Ungar

Consider the lilies of the field,the blue banks of camas openinginto acres of sky along the road.Would the longing to lie downand be washed by that beautyabate if you knew their usefulness,how the native ground their bulbsfor flour, how the settlers' hogsuprooted them, grunting in gleefuloblivion as the flowers fell?

And you—what of your rushedand useful life? Imagine setting it all down—papers, plans, appointments, everything—leaving only a note: "Goneto the fields to be lovely. Be backwhen I'm through blooming."

Even now, unneeded and uneaten,the camas lilies gaze out above the grassfrom their tender blue eyes.Even in sleep your life will shine.Make no mistake. Of courseyour work will always matter.Yet Solomon in all his glorywas not arrayed like one of these.

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